"If I died today, I would go to Hell.
My hell would be this day relived in excruciating detail. No--it would be every single tear-ridden, hyperventilating moment in a corner of quiet obscurity. In a room that is crowded with people who do not pay attention.
Just me, strangers, and struggling for breath."
YOU ARE READING
Portraits
PoetryThis is mainly for personal reasons, I guess. I was told that when I explain my thoughts they might make more sense to me. △ "I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." - Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"
